Julia
Pretending you have too many Julias in your phone to keep track of? How very on-brand.
Emmett
Don’t worry. I have your contact card squared away now. And it’s very on-brand.
He sends a screenshot through. And as much as I hate myself for it… I smirk. The contact with my number below it reads:Julia Theo’s Hot Little Sister.
Julia
That’s so funny. I have you in my phone asEmmett the Guy Who Lost to Theo. Now quit dicking around and tell me where Prickle Point is.
Emmett
After a mean text like that? Unlikely.
I groan and glance up at the ceiling. I’m negotiating with a toddler.
Julia
Okay. I’ll just make my way to Stal Brandt. Spend some quality time with Leon and Tina. I bet they can tell me where it is.
Emmett
Well, they love you, so that would probably make their day.
Okay, that backfired. I thought he’d want to keep me as far away as possible from his family. And as much as I don’t hate the idea of inhaling a few more of those freshly baked cookies, time is of the essence.
Julia
Can you please help me be efficient about this? I don’t want Richard on my ass.
Emmett
I really hate the mental imagery that comes with that sentence.
Julia
Enough to help me?
Emmett
If you let me come with you, I could show you where it is.
Julia
No, thanks. Let me do my job, and I’ll let you do yours. You’ve helped me enough already.
Emmett
What’s my job?
Julia
To find a wife. Or girlfriend. Or whatever.
Emmett
